NovelEnglishChapter 657: Whitney could feel it—success was agonizingly close. Just one more step, and she could revolutionize medicine, cementing herself as the ultimate authority in genetic research. How could she just give up? For three years, she had operated in the shadows, exploiting countless unsuspecting individuals as test subjects -people dragged into her web, utterly unaware of their grim fates.
When Khloe was finally released and becHenrik's fiancée, Whitney's first thought had been to separate her from Henrik. She knew Henrik's loyalty to Khloe would be an obstacle, especially if he discovered her cruel experiments. However, as twent on, she began to see something more valuable. Khloe wasn't just a rival; her unique physiology and brilliance made her the ideal experimental subject.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe temptation proved too great. Whitney plotted carefully, and today, her scheming had paid off. She had successfully manipulated Khloe into walking willingly into her laboratory-right into her trap.
"Don't dress it up as snoble cause," Khloe said, cutting through Whitney's façade. Her voice was steady, sharp. "You're not trying to save lives. You want glory. You crave recognition as an untouchable deity in the medical world. For your selfish ambitions..." "You've murdered innocent people. You're not the angel the medical community praises-you're its cancer." Whitney's smile twisted into a cold smirk, the veneer of altruism crumbling. "Innocent people? Their lives were a small price to pay for progress. Sacrificing themselves for my research was an honor." Shonor.
Whitney's so-called "subjects" weren't volunteers. They were victims-helpless individuals sourced through illegal channels. When they died, Whitney dismissed them as failures, obstacles in her pursuit of greatness. And for those who survived? Their suffering only deepened under her relentless abuse.
Exclusive updates galWhitney had never allowed her victims any semblance of choice.
Khloe's voice was sharp. "Whitney, someone like you doesn't deserve to be called a medical researcher. You're a stain on society." Whitney shrugged off the insult, her indifference almost chilling. "History is written by the victors, and I'll be remembered as a legend in the medical field." Her laughter rang out, cold and triumphant, as she raised her hands and clapped sharply. From the shadows, her subordinates emerged, encircling Khloe with a precision that spoke of premeditation. Gloria instinctively stepped forward, shielding Khloe without hesitation.
Whitney turned on her heel, her retreating voice reverberating through the sterile lab. "Don't even think about escaping, Khloe. If you behave and accept your role as my experimental subject, it'll hurt less. Oh, and one more thing-there's no point resisting. The gene-destabilizing drug is already coursing through your veins. There's no escape." Khloe's face remained composed, her gaze steady as it swept over Whitney's enforcers. Her tone was laced with icy disdain. "Whitney, it's notwho should be afraid of punishment-it's you." She wasn't going to submit to anyone's experiments.
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As for the drug Whitney claimed had been injected into her, Khloe had her, Khloe anticipated this dong before now. The drug had been concealed in the meteorite necklace given by Whitney.
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